When I was in my first year in college my parents got divorced. I was selfishly upset at first, but it was easy to understand why it happened. I went the city where my mother's family was from to stay with her over the Christmas break. She was living in an apartment in a poorer section of town than I was used to, but I decided to make the best of it. I wasn't surprised when she told me she was using a fake name to rent the apartment and that she would soon have enough money for a downpayment on another house.

She was a waitress and was gone most of the time until about eight in the evening, when the dinner crown thinned out. That left me home during most of the day and there weren't enough weeks off to get a job. Besides, there were several school projects I was working on, including a photo journal about some social issue. It was kind of nice being away from the snow since Mom's family was from much farther south than where I grew up, and a whole lot farther south than where I went to college. So, I spent parts of each day wandering around in the poorer sections of the city taking pictures of dilapidated buildings, homeless people, and so on.

That's how I met Susie, an eight-year old, street-smart girl, who could have passed for a boy if it weren't for her long, blond, curly hair which had just fallen out from under her baseball hat while she was playing in an empty schoolyard.

She came up to me and asked me to take her picture, which I gladly did. She was full of questions and offered to show me some areas around there where people threw trash and so on. I erased some of my dilapidated building shots so I could take more pictures of her.

When I put in a new photo chip card she asked me if the camera took rolls of film. I told her about my digital camera and said nobody else ever had to see them except me and I would decide which ones to print out, and for fun I told her I even took some pictures of naked girls at school and then we clipped the heads off before I posted the pictures on the internet. I told her I gave the girls thirty dollars to pose for my pictures and I promised them I wouldn't show their faces on the internet.

"Thirty dollars? Wow. I wish I was old enough. I would let you take pictures of me."

"I don't have any money with me now, but I will be coming back here tomorrow. Could you get away for a while so nobody would miss you?"

"Oh sure. Nobody would miss me if I'm home by five o'clock."

"Well then, I'll drive by here tomorrow with some money and pick you up around noon. We could go back to my house and I'll take pictures of you. Just dress the way you are now, but bring along some different shoes and maybe a dress if you have one. Bring your clothes in a bag. And don't tell anybody. This will be our secret. I don't care if you are too little, this is just for photography practice. But..."

"But what?" She asked.

"But I have to be sure you're willing to take your clothes all the way off for the pictures. Could you pull your pants down for me right now?" We were standing between a large dumpster and an abandoned building with some scraggly trees around. There were no people in sight.

"OK. I really could use the thirty dollars." She unsnapped her torn jeans and pulled them to her knees revealing a raggedy pair of blue and pink stripped panties.

"Panties, too." I said as I knelt down just two feet away from her.

She pulled them down so they bunched up on top of her jeans just below her knees. I had her turn around for me, and even asked her to bend over. She was completely hairless front and back, and her hips were just beginning to develop. I took a couple front and back shots.

After she pulled up her pants, I took a chance and felt her breasts. Nothing there yet except puffy mounds, about the size of walnuts. I decided though that she still would make a great model since she acted kind of sexy and she had a pretty face.

"OK. I'll bring thirty dollars and maybe a nice tip if you bring along a dress. It should only take a couple hours all together."

She thought that sounded pretty cool and we both left after we shook hands. She didn't even know my name.

That afternoon, I picked up some clothes at the second hand thrift store and even got some lipstick for our photo shoot tomorrow. I couldn't believe how excited I was about taking pictures of someone so young. She said she was almost nine years old, as if that was pretty big.

I decided to swig past the computer store and get more photo cards for my digital camera. It would be a great shoot, even though I could get into big trouble since I'm over eighteen.

The next morning I drove Mom to work and told her I would be getting some pictures farther away from our apartment. She said she was anxious to see my pictures and reminded me to pick her up at eight o'clock sharp.

At noon I drove up and down the street where I had met Susie the day before. Some man I talk to on the internet offered me lots of money for the next set of pictures, so today's shoot would really be free to me, maybe I would even come out ahead. I couldn't sell the pictures to anyone else of course, since that would be so dangerous, but he said he had developed some safe ways to trade and sell that type of picture. He promised me even more money if I could get other girls to do this, too.

I hadn't thought about that, but right now I was worried that Susie might have stood me up. I was nervous about other cars in the neighborhood and had hidden the photo evidence from yesterday's shoot so nobody could ever find them or trace them to me. I made sure there were no license plates or street signs in any of my pictures. I only kept the "good ones" ... old buildings and so forth... on my computer.

At last, there she was. She had been standing in the shadow beside the dumpster. When she saw me drive by, she ran out to my car. I opened the door and she got in, and we left quickly so nobody could get my license. I was a little paranoid.

"I brought a dress." She said with a nervous giggle, "And I took a bath, too."

"So you're all clean?" I asked with a laugh, still looking around in my rearview mirror.

"Yes. All clean, Silly. And I have on my best panties. Want to see?" She was as excited as me.

"Yes. Go ahead and unbuckle your pants. Let me see your panties."

She unsnapped her jeans and lifted her butt so she could pull down her jeans. She sat back down with her jeans bunched up around her knees. Her panties looked brand new but were way too big on her. They were sheer, white, and very lacy. I bet if she stood up, they would fall down.

"Those are very pretty, but does your mother know you have them?"

"There's a lady staying with us who dances with Mom. These belong to her, but she won't miss them. She has lots of fancy underwear and all kinds of things in her half of my dresser."

"Your Mom's roommate is a dancer? What kind of dancer?"

"I think she's more of a stripper. Sometimes I've spied on her and Mom playing games downstairs. They think I'm asleep."

"What do you mean by 'games?'" I was curious. Susie lifted her seat and pulled the panties down easily. She pushed them all the way to her ankles and opened her knees, sliding her hips forward on the seat. There were no other cars around. "You won't believe this." She said, "But they let the men lick them right between the legs. Whenever I spy on them they do that. Ugh! See? Right here on the crack part."

"I've heard about it, and I've even done it twice. I didn't think it was so special either, especially with the one girl I wanted to lick. She didn't smell good, so I just looked and then let her do it to me."

"I've spied on them doing that to guys lots of times. They call it ‘blow jobs,' and Mom and Francine get money for doing it."

I asked her if she had ever done it.

"No. I have to stay in my room whenever guys come over. Mom doesn't want any of their men friends to see me. I suppose I would though if the guy washed it first. I thought about it a lot, especially after watching them do it."

She giggled. "I'm excited about modeling for you. When I took a bath this morning I washed myself real good. I won't smell bad if you want to try it."

"We'll see. I don't know. Pull your pants up. There's more cars around now."

She pulled up her pants and we drove the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about what she said, but I felt kind of bad because she was so little. Just a skinny, little kid. But she seemed kind of sexy in some way.

I carried her bag in to our apartment and we didn't run in to anybody. I didn't know anybody else in our apartment building and we had a direct door to the outside like the other townhouse units.

We went up to my room and I gave her thirty dollars right away. She asked me what to do, so I told her to strip slowly and to let me take some pictures every time she took off something else. We did that a few times as she tried on different outfits, and I was getting lots of pictures. She posed just like some of the girls in magazines.

Most of the time I was careful not to get the front of her face, by either shooting from behind, or having her turn her head. I would try to make sure the man who was buying these pictures didn't get any direct shots of Susie's face - at least not for a while, until we had moved again. I took pictures of her standing, sitting and even laying on my bed; on her front, back and side - dressed and undressed - legs together or apart, even pulling her fanny or pussy open. She wasn't shy at all.

While she was laying on her back with her legs apart, I sat the digital camera down and decided to tentatively sniff her pussy. She held still and let me. It didn't smell bad at all - just a hint of feminine aroma. The center of her pussy looked moist and I touched it.

I pulled her over to the edge of the bed and put her feet out beside her hips with her knees bent. I pushed her knees apart and knelt down on the floor. My face was just inches from her immature, open pussy. The inner labia were not developed at all and when her legs were closed you couldn't even see the little clitoral ridge. It was very pretty - like a rose that was just ready to bloom. I sniffed again and put my finger in the center indentation.

Susie was being strangely quiet. I slid my finger up and down in the slit, seeing how the clitoral ridge moved and watching the tiny labia get wetter.

"Can I put my finger in you?" My voice was almost a whisper.

"OK. I guess. Go slow."

I pressed it in and she felt tight. She was wet enough so my finger slid in all the way the first time. I pulled it out and smelled it. The subtle feminine smell excited me. I pushed it in again and decided to kiss it.

She stayed quiet while I continued kissing it and fingering her. After a moment I started licking. The flavor was neutral except right in the center where it had a little more flavor. It didn't taste like anything I had ever tasted. I felt almost ready to cum.

I asked her if she would like to taste me and she said she would. She licked around the edge of the tip and said she didn't think she could get the whole thing in her mouth. I was on the edge of cumming and asked her to try it. "I'll give you another twenty dollars if you let me cum in your mouth. This is like a ‘bonus activity' if you do this."

"What do you mean?"

"Just suck on it. You know - slide your mouth up and down on it. If some stuff squirts out of it just keep sucking and then when I'm done squirting, you can spit it out in the toilet. It wouldn't hurt you if you swallowed it, though. Then I'll give you the extra twenty dollars."

A minute later I came in her mouth and she swallowed most of it. She spit out some of it in my wastebasket and told me it was pretty yukky. I gave her the twenty dollars and took a few more pictures.

On the way driving her home I asked her if she had any friends her age who were cute and might like to earn some extra money, too. I promised to give her some money just for introducing me, but that the girl had to be able to keep a secret.

She said she had two friends she could ask, but wondered how we could get in touch with each other.

Finally we agreed that I would drive through her neighborhood and put a chalk mark on the back of the dumpster with a date and time when I would drive by. It worked out fine. I met her other two friends this way. She was there with them and introduced us. She wanted to come with us for the pictures and so on, so it was three of us each session up in my bedroom.

The old guy on the internet who was sending me the money for the photo shoots wanted me to get some pictures of the two girls undressing and kissing each other. He even wanted me to try to get them to lick each other between the legs the way Susie said she had watched those guys do with her mother.

They did what he requested and he loved the pictures. I enjoyed taking the pictures and doing all the "bonus activities" with the girls. It turned out to be a profitable and fun Christmas vacation!